My poem.

Okay, so recently I've been thinking and decided to write a poem. I'm not the best at them but I always had a passion. I kind of judged myself for some sentences I wrote, but whatever.

I definitely can't express in simple words the way I felt so I expressed them through the poem.
And no, I don't have a mental illness.

This one can be defined as an unconventional poem with a bit of monologue, you could say. In other words, sentences that link to each other like invisible wires. So I don't know, nor sure.

Depends on how you see it, I guess.

I hope you'll enjoy?

These visions...
They keep on appearing
These feelings I feel...
It feels like both happy and lost souls

I am here
They are here
I know...
And they know too
It feels like a dream...
Like something lead us to each other

We all are dead, free and levitating in the woods
We are all connected

They're receiving my help and support
The lost souls are getting a lesson on fighting for oneself and for their loved ones
The happy ones are learning about pain and understand how others feel
They both know that in order to know everything happening, they need to admit they know nothing
It feels like an eternal, happy dream
Yet it somehow feels wrong too

Is this empathy I feel?
Was all my efforts, love and care for them worth it?
Is this the future that I predicted or calculated or was that something else?

And here we are...
Getting near a beautiful village near the sea
With vessels waiting to sail...
This journey... it is going to be a tough one
They know it, and they're ready for it
They're making a change
They're there, standing proud
They smiled for a few seconds
And I along with them, made an insouciant sigh

We're sailing back home...
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